“They won’t be able to steal the most valuable thing in there,” I said, sipping slowly.
His mouth twitched. “And what’s that?”
I smiled, slow and sweet, the kind that usually got me in trouble. “Me, of course.”
He gave a dry little laugh. “Naturally. Little miss worth a billion dollars herself.”
“Two, actually. Just like you, soldier.”
He chuckled, but he didn’t deny it.
I’d done my research last night, curled up in bed with my laptop and barbecue chips. The LeRoy name brought up everything: private companies, acres of land across Europe, a security empire built like a fortress, and a shiny little medal from the French President.
The man at the top was Patrick LeRoy, Théo’s uncle, who had taken over after his brother’s accident.
So, yes. He was a billionaire too.
But he was anythingbutmaterialistic.
Over the years, I’d never seen him act bougie or throw money around like it meant nothing. He was almost painfully simple. Quiet. Controlled.
But I got it now.
It must be hell to live off an empire you never felt worthy of.
I set my glass down. “I want to show you something.”
He shook his head. “Not tonight.”
His fingers kept tapping at the keys, eyes locked on the screen like I wasn’t even there.
I tiptoed over to him.
He was in a black T-shirt and loose linen pants, hair curling around his ears.
I loved the buzz cut. But this longer mess, curling and falling into his eyes, had become a whole new obsession.
I touched his arm and stepped between his knees, sliding onto his lap. His arm wrapped around my waist. My hands pressed to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric.
“I have a surprise for you,” I whispered.
His brow lifted. “A surprise?”
“Do you like surprises, soldier?”
I dropped my mouth to his neck.
“Depends,” he muttered.
I smiled against his skin, tongue barely grazing the edge of his jaw before I leaned in closer.
“I have a feeling you’re really going to like this one.”
His breath caught as his fingers tightened at my waist.
He didn’t say a word. But I felt it.
His cock was hard and twitching under me.